Page 44 of Craving Consequences

Without a word, without taking her eyes off me, she stands. Her shorts slide down in a puddle of denim at her ankles.

“Ev—”

I’m shoved.

I outweigh her by a lot, but the back of my knees catch the bed and I land in a heap across the mattress.

“This is my fantasy,” she whispers, climbing over me, long legs bracketing my hips.

I don’t know when she pulled her panties off, but her pussy is bare and wet, and stationed over my throbbing cock. I don’t ask but lay still as she aligns her opening and sinks.

Her wet channel envelops me like a greedy fist. Gripping me with a strength that has me seeing stars. I groan, long and desperate as she sheathes me to the hilt. Her fingers anchor into my chest, nails digging, holding down like she’s staking her claim.

I don’t move. I don’t think I can .

Every muscle is tight, locked with fear and need. Somewhere at the back of my mind, my brain is screaming that this is wrong. We’re on my son’s bed — her ex’s bed — and she’s riding me like I’ve dreamt about too many times.

Her hips roll. Hesitant gallops as she finds her rhythm. She’s grinding and bouncing and I’m so fucking deep.

“You feel so good like this,” she pants, chin down, eyes fixed on the spot she’s taking like such a good girl. “Feel so good inside me.” Her face tips just enough to capture me in the stormy ocean of need swirling across her eyes. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

I start to tell her me, too. It’s all I thought about every night for five fucking years, but something she’s doing seems to be working for her.

I think it’s the slow swirls of her hips.

The combination of the deep penetration and grinding sensation.

Her core seizes around me. Her body shudders.

She makes a helpless little whine that swells my cock even more.

“Mr. Shaw,” she rasps, motions quickening.

I unfurl my fingers from the sheets and reach between her quivering thighs. I press my thumb into the glistening nub peeking at me from between her sweet lips and watch with twisted glee as her whole head falls back with a sob. As her body arches over me. Her breasts thrust forward and ... fuck it.

I fist her bra, crushing the cute little rose sewn into the front, and yank it all down with one hand, spilling the perfect globes free. Not to tease or touch. I just want to watch them bounce.

“Is this your payback, Everly?” I taunt, matching the buck of her hips with the roll of my thumb. “Fucking your boyfriend’s dad in his bed?”

Her knees lift and spread wide in a near squat as she gives me a clear view of her stretched cunt taking every inch of my dick to the hilt.

“Ex,” she breathes, pumping, using my chest to brace her weight as she finds what she likes. She’s so tight. So wet. Her channel is a greedy mouth desperate to get me even deeper. “And yes. I want to feel you cum in me like this.”

If she keeps riding me like that, she won’t have long to wait.

I grip her hips, fingers digging into satin flesh as this perfect creature destroys me. as she rises and falls over me like an ocean at high tide hitting the beach.

I push up with her downward plunge and smirk when her mouth drops in a silent gasp. When her claws cut red lines across my chest.

“Like that?”

I do it again. Harder.

“Yes!” Her gallops grow faster. Breasts bounce and I have to resist the temptation to fall on them like a starved animal. “Yes, again. Just like that. Don’t stop. ”

We slam together in a wild race to see who can fall faster. It’s a symphony of grunts and bodies colliding. Of quiet pleas of each other’s names. I meet every drive of her hips with a snap of mine until she’s chanting my name with the first shudder of her body.

Her voice is raw, a desperate whimper as she stares into my eyes. “I’m cumming.” She bites her lip, head falling back as the pressure takes her. “God, Lachlan, I’m ... so good ... harder...”

I grip her ass, spread her wide and thrust so deep I feel her fucking soul quake. Her wail of my name is poetry as she spirals.

“Say you love me,” I growl, pounding her harder.

“Love ... love you ... I ... I love ... love you...”

Her words shatter something inside me. It unlatches the last tether to my sanity as I flip her with my cock never detaching from her convulsing heat.

I drive into her.

I slam her into the mattress like I hate her. Plaster rains with every crack of headboard into the wall. The frame groans as loud as the storm outside as I take my fury out on the seizing hole taking every brutal punishment.

“Again,” I snarl into her ear, fingers fisting into her hair, dragging her head back as I show her how much I fucking love her .

She’s cumming again. Heels dig into the mattress in helpless flails as I pin her and fuck her. As I endure the talons cutting canyons down my back as Everly bows beneath me.

“Love you! I love you,” she sobs over and over again.

I close my eyes and release.

I spill inside her in thick, hot ropes of cum that feel endless as it hits her fluttering walls. There’s so much we stain Bron’s bed, and I wait for the punch of guilt. But I can barely feel my toes. She’s still shuddering and whimpering into my shoulder, fingers lost in my hair.

“That was ... amazing,” she pants once we can both breathe properly again.

I lift my head, peer down into her face. Kiss her mouth. “You were. I will see you riding me like that every time I close my eyes.

A shy, sweet giggle escapes her that tangles around my heart. “I think that’s my favorite position so far.”

Mine, too. Seeing her over me like that, taking her pleasure, is definitely my favorite as well.

“We need to go. Van is waiting for us.”

She peers up at me and nods. “Can I get some tissues?”

I kiss her deeply, savoring the moment for as long as I can before I’m forced to face reality and all the reasons this was horribly wrong. But I cuddle her now and let my hands drift over her while I swallow every moan .

Certain I can take no more time, I push off her and stand.

My gaze travels over her, over every inch of that perfect silhouette.

Bra hanging around her waist, cum shining between her sprawled thighs.

I love that she hasn’t covered up or tried to hide the mess I’ve made of her.

Seeing her hole used and leaking has my cock rising for round two.

Everly notices and giggles. The sound makes her tits jiggle and I want them in my hands, my mouth.

I want to suck on the nipples until I bruise her and she’s so sensitive she begs me to stop.

I had no idea I was such a breast guy until a few summers back, back before her parents, before Bron.

She’d volunteered at that summer’s dunk tank wearing a pretty modest two piece and sitting on that board, grinning at the crowd trying to hit the latch to dunk her.

Some little dick kid hit the bull’s eye and she went in with a splash.

Beads of water were still glistening in the air when she emerged, sweeping auburn strands off her face, but all I saw was the perfect mold of her breasts in that top.

The outline of her nipples. The drop had dragged the collar dangerously low before she pulled and adjusted the straps into place.

But since then, her chest has been my addiction.

“I thought we had to go,” she teases with a raised eyebrow.

Fuck it.

“Grab the headboard, sweetheart.”